A Cake to Bring Comfort (to Parents and Kids)
My family's tone coded, Google-schedule lives were overturned fourteen days prior when our little girls' school suddenly shut, and my significant other and I started to telecommute with an end goal to straighten the Covid bend. Abruptly, we went from being occupied suburbanites, who regularly see our 5-and 7-year-olds on the ends of the week and for brief stretches in the mornings and nights, to working all day at home, while self-teaching our young ladies. Our once shading coded life has turned into a vivid bazaar. So I chose to channel my internal Pollyanna. As a parent, assuming I approach this "break" with more spunk and less dread (and um, hollering), my young ladies might just think back on this time with affection. They'll review that unusual, not undesirable, calm in their in any case occupied childhoods when Mama and Papa were home the entire day, they everything except resided in their night robe and "music class" was Papa playing the guitar in